A new start

Roger brushed the long hair that fell on his face and slung down his smooth feminine legs on the floor. He was sitting on the bed trying to get fully awake. Wincing his cute girly face he stood up, feeling an odd jiggle on his chest, something he didn’t get quite used to. Half asleep Roger went to the bathroom where he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Seeing the teenage girl staring back at him Roger let out a sight. To think that it’s all because some stupid quarrel with his daughter. If he didn’t say the words that pissed her off he would still be his normal, 45 years old self. Instead now he was 17 and on top of that a girl.